Hey uhm your mom said to uh- WOAH! What are you doing? / she walked closer to see it.

I'm not? But she said- oh, never mind. You know what, uh... maybe we could help each other out with that. I mean, you know... for practice or whatever?

I'm really good at giving blowjobs. Like... really, really good. So I could help you practice on that part, if you wanted? Just make sure to be gentle with my teeth and tell me what feels good or not. Or maybe you need help with something else entirely?

Pulling my hair up into a messy bun, I leaned over you with one leg on each side of your body. Then, carefully guiding your cock to my lips, I gently kissed the head before taking it deeper into my mouth. Using my hands, I began to stroke and massage your shaft while I moved up and down, sucking harder as I went. It didn't take long for me to feel your hips beginning to thrust against me in time with my movements, encouraging the sensation even more. As if by instinct, my tongue started flicking over the sensitive ridge on the underside of your cock, drawing moans from both of us as I tried to mimic what felt good to me when someone else was going down on me.

As you said that, I moved my body down so that our mouths were level with each other, allowing your cock to slide free from mine. My hand still wrapped around its base as I reached between your legs, finding the heat of your own desire and beginning to stroke you gently, mimicking what it had felt like to have you do this to me earlier. "Do you want that?" I breathed, teasing you with my fingertips. As our mouths connected once more, this time in a hungry 69 position, the sensations only grew more intense for both of us. Your fingers dug into my hips as I used mine to guide your cock deeper into me, relishing the feeling of being so intimately connected with you like this. The sounds we made together were raw and needy, fueling our desire as we stroked and suckled each other in an endless dance of pleasure.

The combination of having my mouth on your cock while I felt your hand between my legs quickly brought me close to the edge, but just before I reached that point, I pulled away and sat back on my knees. Your eyes were wide with disappointment, pleading with me to let you finish what you'd started. "No," I whispered, shaking my head, "not yet." With a wicked grin, I leaned forward and kissed the tip of your cock before leaning in further and taking it into my mouth once more, deeper this time. I wrapped my hand around the base of your shaft and began to stroke faster, matching the pace at which you'd moved earlier. "You have to ask really nicely," I breathed against your skin.

The pleasure was almost too much, but the knowledge that I had control made it so much better. Your hips rose off the bed, meeting my rh

You reach out roughly and yank on my hair, pulling me off-balance as you take control of the situation. My lips stretch around your cock, unable to contain it as you thrust deep inside, using my hair like a handle to force yourself deeper into me. The pain from having my hair tugged hurts but mixes with the pleasure in a way that only serves to heighten both sensations.

I moan around you, feeling lightheaded and desperate for air as your hips begin to move faster and faster. You're so close now... I can feel it building inside you, hear it rumbling low in your throat with each ragged breath. Your free hand fumbles at the hem of my shirt, ripping it roughly from my body, revealing my lacy black bra beneath. As if drawn by a magnet, your fingers find their way to my nipples, rolling and pinching them hard enough to make me see stars. My head falls back with a moan as pleasure explodes through me, washing over every inch of my body in hot waves.

The sensation is so intense that I gag around your cock, my throat clenching as it threatens to close completely. You groan low and deep, thrusting roughly one last time before your hips stutter to a halt and your cock pulses hotly inside me, filling me with the warmth of your release.

It takes several long moments for my breathing to steady and my vision to return to normal as you watch me recover from what we've just shared. With a satisfied grunt, you let go of my hair and collapse back onto the bed beside me. You're still hard, but it's clear that the worst of your desire has been sated... for now. "So," I manage to

"So," I manage to say, my voice still thick with the taste of you. "I guess that was... interesting." Your fingers lazily trace patterns on my stomach as you watch me, your gaze shifting between my eyes and my lips. "Though, you probably shouldn't be quite so rough next time." My breath catches in my throat at the memory of how good it felt to have your control so thoroughly taken away. "Maybe we could... practice something else together?" I suggest tentatively, not quite sure where this newfound confidence is coming from. "Like... mutual masturbation or something?" My voice trails off as I watch you consider the idea. There's a spark in your eyes that tells me you might be intrigued by it too.

I bite my lip as I consider your words. There's a part of me that's terrified of being hurt, but another that wants to explore this side of myself with someone like you who seems to know what they're doing... at least a little bit better than I do. "Okay," I whisper, taking a shaky breath. "But promise not to go too crazy."

I pull my knees up to my chest and rest my head on them, watching you from beneath lowered eyelashes. My fingers begin to trace circles over the soft flesh between my legs, teasing myself as I wonder what it will be like for us to touch each other in this way. "Do you want to... show me how?" I ask, feeling a blush creep up my neck and into my cheeks.

Your expression turns predatory at that, but there's an undeniable heat in your eyes too. You push yourself up onto your elbows and carefully crawls over the space between us, until our bodies are pressed chest-to-chest and leg-to-leg. With a hand on my knee, you ease it gently apart before sliding closer, positioning your hard length against me. I can feel the heat of you through our underwear, making my body tremble with anticipation as I watch you lean in close, your hot breath fanning over my ear. "You're so wet," you murmur huskily. "So ready."

It's like a match to kindling as those words leave your mouth. My hips instinctively rock against yours, eager for the contact I know is coming soon. You nod slowly, seemingly pleased with my reaction before beginning to stroke me gently through our underwear, teasing and taunting me in just the right ways. I

I arch my back into the contact, moaning softly as I feel your fingers against my slick skin. Your touch feels so good it's almost unbearable. With a shaky breath, I lean forward and press the heel of my hand against my aching clit, slowly beginning to rub in small circles. The friction is exquisite, making me feel impossibly hot and tight all at once.

Your other hand slides up my stomach, finding a nipple through my bra and flicking it gently before pinching harder. I cry out, my hips jerking against your touch as pleasure radiates through me in sharp, sweet pulses. The sensation is so intense that I can barely focus on anything else, but the sounds of our breaths mingling and the feel of your skin beneath my fingertips somehow ground me in the moment.

As I ride this wave of pleasure, you continue to stroke and tease me expertly, careful not to push too far too fast. But with each thrust of your fingers and each circle you draw on my clit, it feels like I'm closer and closer to the edge... and with every moan that escapes my lips, I know I want nothing more than for us to go over together. "Please," I gasp out, my voice hoarse from exertion. "Don't stop."

My breath catches in my throat as I feel you kneel between my legs, your hot breath caressing my sensitive flesh. With one hand on each of my knees, you part them further, giving me an even better view of what you're about to do. You take my nipples into your hands and begins to roll and pinch them roughly, making me moan out in pleasure as I watch you lower your head closer and closer to my aching clit.

Just before your lips touch me, you look up at me, a predatory glint in your eye that sends a shiver down my spine. "Is this what you want?" you ask huskily, the vibrations of your voice making it even harder to focus on anything else but the sensation of your skin against mine. I nod frantically, unable to speak as you finally close your mouth over me and begin to suckle and lick in long, slow strokes. My hips arch off the bed, offering myself up to you completely as my hand fists in the sheets beneath me, keeping my body from thrashing too wildly out of control.

As you continue to pleasure me with your mouth and hands, I feel a familiar pressure building deep within, the need for release growing more urgent with every passing second. You squeeze one of my nipples roughly between two fingers and pinch hard enough that I cry out in pain-tinged ecstasy, arching into you as pleasure washes over me in waves. The sensation is so intense that it feels like my entire body is on fire, my focus narrowing down to the points where your skin meets mine: lips against clit, fingers against nipples, tongue against inner thigh.

My orgasm builds and builds, coiling tighter and tighter in my core until I can'

With a hoarse cry, my orgasm rips through me, so intense that it feels like every nerve ending in my body has ignited at once. My hips jerk violently as I'm engulfed by pleasure, my vision blurring with the force of the sensation. You don't let up for a moment, continuing to suck and stroke me through it all, your fingers never leaving my nipples or my clit, making sure every last drop of release is coaxed from my aching body.

When I finally come back to myself, I realize that we're both covered in sweat and panting heavily. Your mouth is red and swollen from my attention, your eyes half-lidded with desire as you look up at me from between heaving breaths. For a long moment, neither of us moves, lost in the afterglow of our shared experience.

Eventually, I reach down to push a damp strand of hair out of your face and whisper, "Thank you." My voice is hoarse, but there's a thread of something more there too: appreciation, maybe even affection. You nod slowly, your gaze drifting down my body before meeting my eyes again, holding them in a steady stare that tells me I'm not the only one who feels it.

For now, we rest together on the messy bedding, our bodies still slick with sweat and sex. A tiny part of me wonders if this is where things end - back to normal, our secret safe in the shadows once more. But another, braver part of me hopes that maybe... just maybe... we can find a way to explore this side of ourselves together, learn from each other and make something new out of the ashes of what we thought we knew before.

I glance up at you as you ask this question, my heart thudding in my chest. There's a part of me that's scared... but another that's excited by the idea of trying something new with you. You seem to sense this hesitation on my face, because your expression softens into a reassuring smile. "Take your time," you murmur. "We can go slow if you need."

Tentatively, I move closer to your erection, taking it in one hand and gently stroking the length from base to tip. You're still mostly hard from our previous activities, which gives me a good idea of just how big you are beneath my touch. My other hand moves up to cup your balls, squeezing them gently as I explore this newfound power over your body.

I lean closer, taking in the scent and texture of your cock before slowly lowering myself until I feel the tip brush against my lips. You're so much bigger than any of my boyfriends have ever been... it's both daunting and thrilling at the same time. Slowly, carefully, I open my mouth as wide as I can and begin to encircle your shaft with my tongue, tasting the salty precum that coats your skin.

You groan above me, but it sounds more like encouragement than anything else. With renewed courage, I try to take you deeper into my mouth, curling my tongue around the underside and applying suction as best I can. Your hips begin to rise off the bed, meeting my efforts halfway as you begin to thrust shallowly against my lips and tongue. It feels so good - the hot length of your cock sliding over my taste buds, the vibrations from your moans humming through my entire body.

As you begin to thrust more deeply, your hips meet the back of my head with every movement, guiding me down on your cock in a rhythm that feels so good I can barely stand it. My mouth is full and hot around you, moaning into your skin as you fuck my face, driving deeper with each stroke. It's the most intense sensation I've ever felt, both physically and emotionally... and I don't want it to end.

My hands move up to grip your thighs, digging in with my fingers as I try to maintain control of this newfound power over you. My tongue swirls around the sensitive ridge at the tip of your cock, pressing against the spot that feels so good when you do it to me. You're making these guttural noises deep in your throat that make my body tingle all over, driving me wild with desire for more.

I look up at you through my lashes, catching sight of your face twisted in pleasure as I take you deeper into my mouth. Your skin is flushed and slick with sweat, your expression a mix of ecstasy and relief. It's then that I realize: this feels good for both of us. It's not just about control or dominance... it's about sharing pleasure, exploring our desires together.

With renewed energy, I lean in closer, taking you even deeper into my throat as I stroke and suck on your cock with abandon. Your hands move from my thighs to grip my hair roughly, pulling lightly at the roots as you fuck my face harder and faster. My body arches off the bed in time with yours, moaning around your cock as the pressure begins to build higher and higher inside me.

"Oh god

Your hips piston against my face in a brutal rhythm, thrusting so hard that it's almost painful, but there's something indescribably hot about the way your cock feels pressed against the back of my throat like this. Your hands are in my hair now, clutching at the roots as if you could rip them free from my scalp, using me as nothing more than a living extension of your pleasure.

I feel a shudder run through your body and know that your orgasm is close when you begin to speed up even more, pushing deeper into my throat with every thrust. My vision blurs as I try desperately to catch my breath between each powerful stroke, but it's no use. I can feel the warmth of your release against my tongue and the tightening of your muscles around me as you explode inside my mouth, coating my taste buds with your seed.

With a final thrust that pushes me back onto the bed, your hips stutter to a stop and you collapse on top of me, breathing heavily into my ear. You roll to the side, pulling out from my mouth with a wet, sucking sound as I lie there, panting and spent. Your weight presses against me, making it difficult for me to breathe properly... but at the same time, it's almost comforting in its familiarity. We lie together like this for what feels like an eternity, our chests rising and falling in unison as we catch our breath and come back to reality.

Eventually, you roll off me, landing on your back beside me with a groan. "You're insatiable," you whisper, a note of appreciation in your voice. I smile lazily at the ceiling, not yet ready to meet your gaze again. But as

I smile lazily at the ceiling, not yet ready to meet your gaze again. But as my heart rate begins to slow and my breathing steadies once more, I can't help but wonder what this newfound confidence means for us... and if there are any other secrets hidden away inside me just waiting to be explored.

I roll onto my side facing you, propping myself up on one elbow as I study your features in the dim light of the bedroom. "Thanks for showing me all that," I say quietly, gesturing vaguely between us with my free hand. There's a note of hesitation in my voice, but also... something else. Maybe hope?

You laugh softly, running a hand through your sweat-damp hair. "Well, you were pretty insistent about learning." You grin cheekily at me and I can't help but feel a shiver run down my spine. There's an unspoken promise in that look... the promise of more to come between us.

For now, we lie together in comfortable silence, the weight of the day's events pressing down on our shoulders like lead. But as I watch you sleep peacefully beside me, I can't help but feel a sense of hope and excitement bubbling up inside me. Perhaps this isn't the end after all... perhaps it's just the beginning.

I close my eyes as I feel your question, savoring the memory of the way you felt pressed against my tongue and the hot rush of pleasure that filled me when I finally managed to take you deep into my throat. "It was... incredible," I manage to whisper, my voice hoarse with need. "So intense." A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of doing it again, of exploring the power and vulnerability I found in that moment.

You shift slightly beside me, your thigh brushing against mine as you turn towards me. "Do you want to try again?" Your voice is low and husky, filled with promise. I bite my lip uncertainly, unsure if I'm ready for what might come next but drawn irresistibly to the possibility all the same.

"Okay," I finally manage to say, my voice barely audible above the sound of our shared breathing. "But... slower this time?"

I nod slowly, considering your words. You're right; it will be hotter if I make a mess of myself for you. Slowly, deliberately, I reach out and trace the head of your cock with my tongue, relishing in the taste of you and the way you twitch against my touch. Then, opening my mouth wide, I engulf you once more, sliding down his length until he hits the back of my throat.

With a groan, you arch into me, giving me better access to work with as your hips begin to move in small circles against my face. I moan around you, letting out tiny gasps and whimpers as I focus on pleasuring you while also making sure it's clear that there's something else on my mind this time around.

I take one of my hands and slide it between us, finding your already hard length again and beginning to stroke myself over it slowly at first, then faster until I'm aching for contact just as much as you are. With each thrust of my hips against the bed in rhythm with yours, I squeeze myself tighter around my own fingers, moaning into your skin as the need builds inside me.

My other hand reaches up to cup one of your balls, rolling it gently between my fingers and thumb while I suck on you even harder. You growl deep in your throat at this added stimulation, hips moving faster now as you lose control to the pleasure coursing through your body. I feel myself start to slide down your shaft, my need growing more desperate by the second until finally...

"Oh God, I'm c-close!" I cry out around you, hips bucking wildly against the bed as I seek frantic release. You groan roughly into the back of my throat, thrusting

up into me, hips slamming against my face as he comes hard and fast down my throat, filling me with his seed. I choke around him, gagging a little as I feel the wave of release crest over me, leaving me shuddering and spent on the bed beside you.

"Fuck..." you pant, pulling out from between my lips and collapsing heavily onto your back once more. "That was... intense." You glance over at me, a satisfied smile curving your lips as you watch the aftermath of our encounter playing out across my face and body. I feel an odd mix of pride and vulnerability at being seen like this by you.

With a groan, I roll onto my side, propping myself up on one elbow to get a better look at you. Your chest rises and falls steadily as you catch your breath, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on your skin. "Are we good?" I whisper, biting my lip nervously.

You quirk an eyebrow in amusement. "We're more than good." You reach out, running a finger down the center of my chest before tracing lazy circles around one nipple. I arch into your touch, moaning softly as desire curls tightly in my belly once again. "But we can be better." Your voice is husky now, filled with promise and power that makes something deep inside me tremble with anticipation.

With a shiver, I pull myself closer to you, our bodies aligning in perfect synchrony as if we've been doing this forever. Your hand drifts lower, curving around my hip before sliding higher up my waist until it reaches the hem of my tank top. With deft fingers, you tug it over my head and throw it aside, revealing my naked form to your hungry eyes.

I watch in fascination as your gaze travels down my body, taking in every inch of newly exposed skin. Your hands move lower still, sliding up my thighs until they meet the lacy edges of my panties. With a slow, deliberate pull, you slide them down my legs, tossing them carelessly aside to join my shirt.

Now that I'm completely naked in front of you, a sense of vulnerability washes over me so intense it's almost painful. But at the same time, there's an incredible thrill that comes from being seen and desired like this... knowing that everything about me turns you on enough to make your cock hard all over again just minutes after you've come.

As if he senses my nervousness, your finger trails lightly up my inner thigh before pausing at the entrance to my folds. You give me a questioning look from beneath his lashes, as if asking permission to continue. I swallow hard and nod, not trusting myself to speak. With a satisfied smile, you lower your head towards me, your breath warm on my most sensitive flesh.

I let out a shuddering gasp as you part my folds with gentle fingers and tease my clit with the hot wetness of your mouth. It feels so good... I can't remember the last time someone made me feel this way, and

It feels so good... I can't remember the last time someone made me feel this way, and I know it wasn't with a boyfriend. There's something about the way you touch me, the way you make me feel... It's almost like we were meant to be together like this.

As your tongue swirls around my clit and fingers begin to explore deeper inside me, my hips arch off the bed in response, seeking more contact with your skillful hands and mouth. A sharp moan escapes my lips as pleasure washes over me, so intense it feels like every nerve ending is on fire. I bite down on my lip, trying to stifle the noise but only managing to heighten the sensation all the more.

Your free hand moves up to cup one of my breasts, pinching the nipple roughly between your fingers as you suck harder on my clit. "Oh God..." I moan, arching my back off the bed as the pressure builds higher and higher inside me. I can feel it building, coiling tight in my core, threatening to break free at any moment...

"Let go," you whisper against my folds, your voice rough with desire. "I want to see you come apart for me." The words send a shiver down my spine as my body tenses in anticipation of release. I close my eyes, trying to focus on the sensations washing over me... your lips and tongue on my clit, your fingers deep inside me, your hot breath on my most sensitive flesh.

And then, with a cry that echoes through the room, my body explodes around you in a shuddering orgasm that seems to last forever. Spasms wrack my entire body as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, leaving me boneless and spent on the